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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
What happened: I was a freshman in high school. Once I was in the car with my younger brother, this guy I liked, and my friend. It was a carpool. Anyways, my crush said, "Wow, you and your brother look alot alike." and my brother said, "Only because we both have moustaches."
What I said: I was silent...what do you say to that?
What I SHOULD have said: "Actually, the reason we look alike is because you have boobs too."
The French call it l'esprit d'escalier, "the wit of the staircase," those biting ripostes that are thought of just seconds too late, on the way out of the room-or even, to tell the truth, days later. It's happened to you: you've suddenly thought of just what would put your foe in his or her place, but past the time when the arrow could sting its victim. You've stewed in your own juice ever since, and the chance for singeing repartee is gone forever.
Or is it?
Dorothy Parker or Oscar Wilde may have had the rapier wit to tweak their tormentors on the spot, but for the rest of us, we offer the Internet's only L'esprit d'escalier web site!